Shangxian opens the door to receive express delivery

The sharp arrow shot towards the eyebrows of the fake defending champion, he was forced to give up Qingjue, got up to block back, stretched out two fingers to clamp the sharp arrow with a solemn expression.

The sharp arrow that was thought to weigh a thousand catties was lightly caught by his fingers, and then the sharp arrow scattered and turned into a fluorescent light and disappeared at the fingertips.

The fake defender's face was gloomy, and his eyes swept around. He could see clearly in the small living room, and there was no other person there. He shifted his gaze to Qingjue: "It seems that you still have help."

At this moment, Qing Jue was extremely calm, with a relaxed and comfortable expression on his face, looking at the person in front of him, he said calmly, "I didn't seek help."

"Didn't find it?" Fake Wei Mian snorted, "Then who will come to help you? Yang Jian or Ao Chun? You should know only these people."

"Neither." Qing Jue looked directly at the fake defending champion, and was about to speak when a familiar voice interrupted him.

"it's me."

A man pushed the door and walked in, looking at the fake defending champion with a blank expression, ignoring the barriers around him, as if breaking the barriers was as easy as eating and drinking for him.

A smile gradually appeared on Qing Jue's face, and he murmured: "It's really like that."

On the other hand, looking at this fake defending champion, he looked surprised and unbelievable: "Who are you?!"

"You imitated my face, stole everything from me, and now you stole Pangu's blood, and you still say you don't know who I am?" The smile on the visitor's face became more and more contemptuous.

"Defending the title." Qing Jue bit her lip.

"Don't be afraid." Wei Mian blinked at him.

This familiar movement touched Qing Jue's nerves.

He knew it, he knew it all the time, he was so sure of his own thoughts, insisting that the person in front of him was not the defending champion, insisting that the real defending title was still somewhere.Sure enough, he waited until the real defending appeared.

This is defending the title. From the moment Qing Jue appeared, he could feel that familiar and intimate feeling, that feeling of wanting to get closer to the other party.

"Who the hell are you!" The fake defending champion looked gloomy, looking very annoyed at the person in front of him.This person had exactly the same appearance, aura, and even divine sense as himself. It was a very advanced camouflage technique, and even under his full investigation, he didn't find any flaws.

"Wu Ling, since I have already appeared, I won't let you continue to deceive me." Wei Mian rubbed his chin and carefully looked at the person in front of him, "It's really exactly like me, this moving spirit is so tricky."

"What sorcerer's order? I've never noticed a low-level goblin." The sorcerer with a defending face sneered, "Do you want to deceive my eyes with such a trivial skill?"

Wei Mian froze for a moment: "What are you pretending in front of us? Did you pretend to be addicted to you?"

"Defending the crown." Qing Jue couldn't move his body, but it didn't hinder him from speaking, "This person doesn't seem to know that he is a fake."

"Don't know that you are a fake?" Wei Mian propped his chin, "Is there such a thing?"

"I don't know what strange words you're talking about." The impatience on Wu Ling's face became more and more obvious, and he stretched out his hand to get rid of the obstructive person in front of him.

It's just that as soon as he stretched out his hand, the other party seemed to feel something, suddenly twisted his body, withdrew back, grabbed Qing Jue with his right hand, and hugged Qing Jue into his arms.

Qing Jue buried his head in the other's neck, took a deep breath, and the familiar smell surrounded him, making him feel at ease.

"I think you're the one who doesn't know why." Wei Mian cut, and retreated to the corner with his arms around Qing Jue, "I don't want to make a move, you can judge yourself."

Wu Ling: "...are you kidding me?"

Defending frowned: "I think I'm serious."

Qing Jue whispered: "Stop talking nonsense with this lunatic, you can kill him."

Wei Mian nodded: "I should get rid of it, but I don't know how much mana the opponent has. After all, God-moving can steal all my mana."

Qingjue thought for a while: "Probably a little stronger than me."

"That's it." Wei Mian lowered his eyes and smiled again, "Then I'll try."

He still didn't let go of Qing Jue, just hugged him in his arms, grabbed his free hand and grabbed a pitch-black battle axe: "You idiot, you can't steal my weapon!" Walk."

"You are the one who pretended to be me." Wu Ling sneered, only thinking that the other party was in collusion with Qingjue, and wanted to kill him, "You even imitated my weapon."

Wu Ling grabbed it with his right hand, and also pulled out a pitch-black battle axe, which was exactly the same as the one in the defending champion's hand, and it also exuded an ancient aura.

"How could you even steal this?" Wei Mian was speechless.

"That's exactly what I want to ask you." Wu Ling was very surprised. Generally speaking, God-moving magic doesn't have this function. How could this person on the other side even steal his own weapon?

Wei Mian didn't bother to talk to him anymore, so he just swung his right hand, drew an arc with the ax in the air, and slashed Wu Ling in the middle, and the opponent jumped up and did the same.

The two forces collided in the air, and with a bang, everything in the room collapsed, only the enchanted wall was still holding on precariously.

The three of them broke through the air.

In the dark night, Wei Mian stood far away with Qing Jue and Wu Ling in his arms.

"what happened?"

"what happened?"

"Who's fighting up there?"

Some noisy discussions gradually came from below, gradually someone turned on the lights, and more and more people woke up.

The face of the defending champion did not change.

"The mortals below are about to wake up." Qing Jue became anxious, "Or you should change places."

Wei Mian swept down and said casually: "It's okay, it's okay, take a good look at who is below, a group of eight women don't sleep, they like to watch the excitement every day."

Qing Jue looked down following the words of defending the crown, and saw that the windows below were all open, and all of them stretched their necks, watching the movement in the sky eagerly, and some people even flew up directly, trying to get closer Watch from a distance.

"Are all the people living here non-human?" Qing Jue was stunned.

"That's right." Wei Mian nodded, "Look at that one over there is the Sun Tourist God, this one is the old Wang you've seen before, and those women over there are from the demon world, and the ones with their heads sticking out through the window over here It's the three-headed hellhound of the West with three heads sticking out from the underworld."

Qingjue: ...

"It's really lively here. When I deliver goods, I often find that the person receiving the goods is my neighbor." Wei Mian laughed.

"Shut up." Wu Ling's eyes were piercing, and with a wave of his right hand, the tomahawk roared again.

"I'm afraid you won't succeed!" Without fear, Wei Mian stretched out his hand and threw Qing Jue at the person next to him, and he started to chop with the other person with the ax in hand.

"..." It was Lao Wang who took over Qingjue, and Lao Wang supported him tremblingly, not daring to breathe.

"Put me down."

"Okay, okay." Old Wang quickly put Qingjue on the ground.

The two people in the sky fought, and Qingjue's body was gradually able to move. Maybe the other party was distracted, and his control over him was weakened. Qingjue cast spells again, and he was able to break free from the other party's control.

He felt the magic power in his body, there was not much left, but it was still able to help the defending champion, so he was ready to rub the front of his body and restrain the fake defending champion from behind.

"Don't come over." The defending champion took the time to shout.

Taking advantage of his distraction, Wu Ling on the opposite side immediately jumped up and slashed at defending crown with a tomahawk. The threat was so fierce that defending crown was forced to resist one or two in a hurry.

Qingjue gritted her teeth, feeling that for the first time she was a person of little use.

"Great Immortal...I'm a little confused, why are there two defending Great Immortals here?" Old Wang asked cautiously.

Qing Jue was too lazy to answer the other party, but after a while, he still said: "One of them is fake."

Old Wang: "...is it true or not the Monkey King?"

Someone next to me suddenly yelled in the air: "Everyone, come and see! The real and fake Monkey King... No, the real and fake courier! The annual drama is not to be missed!"

The defending champion who was fighting almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

So everyone happily watched the play.

"Wow, this one is so powerful, it knocked that one away!"

"Damn it, this ax is awesome!"

"Oh, this one's a mouthful, and it's a big move."

"Hahahahaha, it's spinning, spin it, little top!"

Defending: ...

Nima, he was not injured by the witch order, but was about to be internally injured by the popularity below!

He swung his battle ax angrily, feeling that his small universe was about to explode. At this moment, his combat power suddenly increased, and when he saw the face that was exactly the same as himself, he became angry and chopped it off. past.

The people below were so hooked, they hugged and gnawed sweet potatoes.

"Eating this in winter is more enjoyable."

"Not bad, who baked it."

"Jiang Ziya." Someone guessed.

"Isn't he good at spreading pancakes and fruits?"

"Who knows."

"Sweet potatoes are also good, very sweet."

"The old man stole the land."

"Don't eat too much, it's easy to fart."

Everyone was talking happily when a voice came in.

"Which of the above two is real and who is fake?"

The people at the scene fell silent, and turned to look at Qing Jue.

Qing Jue was also a little embarrassed.

To be honest, he couldn't figure it out.

He was able to guess who was the defending champion before because of contact, but now he just looked at them from a distance, with exactly the same clothes, exactly the same weapon, exactly the same appearance, and even the same attack method.

It's just like a person, but he just practiced the separation/body technique.

Qing Jue didn't know who was the real defending champion.

"I am the real one!"

One of the defending voices was somewhat angry.

"Don't trust him, he's a fake!"

The other spoke immediately.

Qingjue: ...

He felt a little dizzy.

"Witch Order! But a mere goblin, dare to use my face to trick you!"

"That's what I want to say!"

Not to be outdone, the two defending champions opened their mouths while fighting.

Onlookers: What the hell?

Is it really necessary to cosplay the real and fake Monkey King?